I looked up and he was staring with an intense gaze.The pill is just too strong!There I got a chance to explore and experiment in the privacy of my grandparent‘s yard: at the corral and barn where they had farm animals.I had watched Mom suck Dad’s cock and how excited Dad had gotten when his balls were caressed, fingers in Mom’s hair, his shaking and cuming as she lifted and licked him until cum ran out of the corners of her mouth.I didn’t know any of that until Trevor was at our house and mom was talking to him about it.There were three soldiers assigned for each row they occupied in the stadium, one to guard each end and one to keep an eye on the middle.The kids hit it off right away and became best friends.Sign off to do what?they both said, feeling much relieved.An orgasm would be great.We Granny Sex agreed to meet at the same restaurant and later go to a motel. We got her tidied up and dressed, and into the car, and I wondered how she would feel in the morning. She would remember nothing of what had happened, but she would probably think that Jack had given her a good hard ride the night before. Mikayla stood draped in darkness at the edge of the Granny Sex jungle; the canopy blunting the rays of the sun some 40 feet above her. Sloping gently from where she stood, a verdant savanna lit brilliantly by the sun, rolled to a stop a mile or two before her, forming the banks of the Yamani River. She was surprised to feel tears welling up in her eyes; she was not an overtly emotional person. However, to finally be here, to see the river revealed so beautifully in front of her in a panoramic view that seemed to extend forever, surpassed everything she had imagined or expected. She felt overwhelmed. She could smell the cool moisture of the water radiating up to her. Was that even possible, to smell a river, perhaps even feel and taste it at such a distance? Or, was her formidable thirst triggering the synapses in her brain, screaming for her to take notice of the very object on which she was focused, the very thing that had brought her to this place; the Yamani river.The six-day slog through the jungle had been a series of dead ends and backtracks when the landscape closed in around her, choking her path. She had finally punched a hole through that green wall, fueled by her tenacity and fear of failure, but not without cost. The pack she carried weighed close to 60 pounds and pushing through this last but thickest part of jungle had wicked every ounce of moisture from her body. Her canteen had given up the last droplets of water over three hours ago. What had started as a small tendril of thirst a short time ago had now grown into a desperate need.